Collectivism
is comfortable:
you know you belong,
and what to think,
never mind
the Ayn Rand connection.
The first fracture
was actually a schism:
I could not accept
the tribal god.
Social benefits
for the weak,
incapacitated,
needy;
universal healthcare;
abortion;
assisted dying;
secular government;
weapons control;
the list of differences
between my thought
and tribe-thought
continued to grow
exponentially.
I am alone now,
not surrounded,
and frustrated,
by people and ideas
that I cannot respect,
nor understand.
I am content now,
meeting likeminded people
in the most unusual of places,
realising that tribe-think
is retrogressive socially
and developmentally.
With personal horizons broad enough
one has the vision
of a small blue planet
floating peacefully
through the cosmos:
one journey,
one species,
one destiny,
one tribe,
together.
